Of course Pablo couldn't have pieced together the whole story, Alfred realized, because the letter was basically nonexistent and he hadn't given him a wealth of other context clues. "Sorry," he said, backtracking slightly. "Not much to go on there, is there? But the short answer is no, we haven't done anything, but yes, Zelda thinks we might've. And apparently Jo Smith told her..." he drifted off long enough to retrieve Zelda's earlier letter from his pocket. "...that talking about it was a violation of privacy," he concluded, with a sour look at the parchment.

He let out another long breath and shoved both letters back into his pockets. "So I suppose I've got to write to Jo now and find out what she said."